I woke up to a cop outside my apartment window

I woke up to a cop outside my apartment window with a megaphone. He said to put down my WA2000 or i would have to

went out in the bar because Kenny was hanging all over a chick that was really a dude. Clark went up to tell him, but Kenny was so s-faced he though Clark was trying to steal her

from him. "Come on sugar", Kenny mouthed to his transvestite. She was compliant as he slapped her on the ass in a PDA exclamation point. Clark, Kenny's wingman, pulled up her skirt

and settled onto the other man's lap. "What'll it be boys?" she said in a sultry tone, her words slightly slurred from the seven drinks Clark had already bought her.

Clark watched on, as he always did. Oh, how Clark loved to watch. He had the suite the two would retire to extensively rigged for surveillance. The tapes would fetch a fortune, but

there was a slight risk of being found out. After all, this kind of surveilling was illegal, and he suspected at least one of the two targets was a trained intelligence agent.

Not that it intimidated him. After all, two months of Marine Corps training was probably more than what you would get in Turkministan, no matter your rank. So he begain to file

papers quietly for the rest of his life. He found this lifestyle surprisingly fulfilling and decided that he would get very upset if his any of his children didn't follow in his

obsession with folding one million oragami cranes for good luck. Whole storage units were filled with them. His casket was made from a single dollar bill.